Lonely king and the widowed woman

Mo Jiu coughed and said, "but I have a way. Just answer me, is that right deacon fierce? How is he compared with Xiao Qian? Also, how many people are there in your hall? If we go, what's the chance of winning if they don't let go?"

Mo Wang seemed to have some consideration for her and said faintly, "what are you doing here?"

Ink nine one face righteousness, "know yourself and your enemy, and you will be invincible in a hundred battles."

After thinking for a moment, Mo Wu replied, "Xiao Sujun has profound skills. I fought with him today and tried my best, but he seems to have reservations, so..." Mo Jiu waved his hand and looked up at the moon, "I don't care about this."

He looked at her strangely and frowned, "what do you want to ask?"

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes and looked innocuously at Xiao Qian in front, "can we escape when their two families kill? Stupid!"

Unexpectedly, she had such a plan. Mo was stunned, but sighed: "the Mohists have offended the court, and I can't stand idly by. Although the right department is at odds with the left department, it has become more and more rebellious against its ancestors recently, but at least they have the same team..."

"Get the big deacon." Mo Jiu doesn't want to listen to the ideological education class. "For today's plan, you have only one way."

The ink was so light that he said "Oh", and his face was so cold that he said, "I'd like to hear it in detail."

Mo Jiuyi smiled disdainfully: "it's so simple. Make a giant early, clean up the children early, discipline his grandchildren early, and reorganize the prestige of the Mohist school."

She used to talk casually, but Mo looked at her with a strange look. Mo Jiu didn't care about him. He touched his nose and asked, "is lijuzi very complicated? Do you vote or compete? You should be able to operate secretly or accept bribes?"

Mo Wu smiled bitterly, "if only it were that simple."

For decades, the left and right factions have almost broken their heads in order to choose a big man.

But pinch around, always equal, no one will refuse to accept anyone, that is, no one will respect each other as a giant.

In this way, they finally reached an agreement and followed their ancestors' orders to find the great master of Mohism.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu couldn't help but wonder, "there's a destiny giant? What's the destiny method?"

Mo Wu frowned, as if he had thought of something long ago, and his tone was heavy. "Before the old big man died, he had figured out the fate of the next big man. However, the left and right factions have been looking around for decades and have not found this man..."

Mo Jiu listened to such a legendary story with interest, "what's the life style of this giant? I'm also familiar with numerology. Let me help you figure it out?"

Mo's eyes sank. Don't start. Look at the far moon in the sky. "This is the secret of Mohism. I'm sorry to tell you."

With an unhappy hiss, Mo jiuman said: "my name is mo, too."

Mo Wu chuckled: "but you are not Mo's family."

He was right. Although mojiu was also surnamed Mo, her family had no contact with the Mohist organization, was not directly led by the Mohist, and even did not follow the Mohist theory. Therefore, their family is really not the children of Mohism.

But this guy is cheeky. She rubbed his horse with a smile: "then I'll join the Mohist school immediately, okay? You don't have to give me too big an official. Just be your sub hall leader. Well, be a leftist hall leader. After all, I'm a good man."

Muru stared at her as if he were watching a monster.

"If you don't speak, you'll acquiesce." Mo Jiu said solemnly. "In order to respect you, I'll directly worship your master as a teacher? Elder martial brother, tell me quickly."